It's Time - i

Frozen ponds they soon attack
a pristine spot that never lasts
through winds of peace
and stolen grace
a pared down tree
with a hidden face
 
one day of hope
in a nighttime race
by the wayside
where legends paced
 
dreams forgot the fantasy
flickering light carried on west
chopped up and tossed
where serenity lost
 
picturesque mountaintops
hanging in shame
not even knowing
your name
 
but the butterfly flutter
underneath the anguish
coloured in blue
filling spaces stressed
recoiled, simmers of summer
deplaned in the endless rain
of yesterday's toxic melt
nothing was felt
 
repentance
 
bowed the whippoorwill knelt
awaiting an early thaw